"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, relaxing back against the seat. Illya's shoulder ached, but not nearly as badly as it had when first injured. A bag of ice would make it feel much better. He was eager to get home.

Though he knew the would probably have to relocate sometime soon. There were far to many Vor in New York to stay there. But he didn't want to think about it right at the moment.